But I reckon it wouldn't be healthy for me to go and get it just yet!" "What's made them so awful mad, do you suppose ?" inquired the Babe, nursing his wounds and listening uneasily to the vicious hum which filled the air outside the thicket.
"It's that fool bear!" replied Uncle Andy.

"He's struck a bee tree too tough for him to tear open, and he fooled at it just long enough to get the bees good and savage.

Then he quit in a hurry.

And we'll just have to stay here till the bees get cooled down." "How long'll that be ?" inquired the Babe dismally.

It was hard to sit still in the hot fir thicket, with that burning, throbbing smart in his ear and two little points of fierce ache in his leg.